Rebuilding Terra

Ever since the fierce battle with Ozma that seemed to shake the heavens and the earth, Michel's heart was like a calm lake with a huge rock thrown into it, and it could never regain its former calmness. In every night when it was so quiet that even the pace of time seemed to have stopped quietly, when he lay quietly on the slightly lonely bed, it was as if a mysterious door leading to the memories of the past battles was quietly opened in his mind. The scenes of the fierce battle emerged in his mind like a surging tide, continuously, wave after wave.

The mysterious power between him and Ozma, which seemed to come from the same ancient times, was like a strange puzzle that was cast with mysterious magic and could not be solved no matter what. It tightly wrapped around him like an extremely tough and difficult to break free rope, making his thoughts always seem to be trapped in a quagmire from which he could not extricate himself.

He began to doubt himself deeply. His faith, which had been as firm as steel and had never wavered in the slightest, seemed to have a very tiny but clearly visible crack. He kept asking himself in the deepest part of his heart, over and over again, was the justice he had always upheld really absolute and without any dispute? Was the power he represented really pure and perfect without even a trace of impurities?

In that long, dark night that seemed endless, he tossed and turned in bed, the doubts in his heart like a surging tide, continuously surging, one wave after another, without even a moment's rest. Sometimes he frowned his sword-like eyebrows, sometimes he let out a faint sigh, and his hands unconsciously clenched and then slowly loosened, as if he was in a fierce struggle in his heart.

At the same time, he also began to doubt Ozma deeply. In that thrilling and fierce battle, he felt very clearly the mysterious power that originated from himself. The power was like a silent narrator, silently telling him that there seemed to be some unknown mysterious connection between them. Could it be that Ozma's essence was not as pure evil as it appeared on the surface, but that there was a kind side hidden deep inside? Or maybe his essence was not as pure as he had imagined, and there was actually a hint of evil? These complicated thoughts, like flying snowflakes, kept circling and flying in his mind, making him feel extremely confused, as if he was in a fog without direction and no end.

He began to try hard to find the slightest clue about Ozma from his ocean-like deep memory, recalling every fierce collision and every thrilling confrontation of power on the smoke-filled battlefield. In the process of recalling, he was surprised to find that Ozma's eyes seemed to hide some complex emotions that were difficult to describe accurately in words. That emotion was not just pure hatred and anger. In the deepest part of that emotion, there seemed to be a hint of helplessness and struggle that was not easy to detect.

Michel firmly believed that Ozma should also be aware of this special connection between them, this subtle feeling that they were tightly entangled by the thread of mysterious fate. After careful consideration, he resolutely decided to quietly come to Ozma's camp alone in the dead of night, trying to find the answers to the questions that had been haunting him like a nightmare. When he stepped into Ozma's territory carefully, like a secret messenger sneaking into the enemy camp, the extremely strange scene in front of him shocked him so much that his eyes widened, and a strong sense of uneasiness surged in his heart, like a storm about to erupt.

The Ozma Legion, which was filled with demons and disgusting evil atmosphere half a day ago, was now empty. Those demons that once bared their fangs and claws as if they wanted to devour the entire world seemed to have disappeared out of thin air in an instant, without leaving even the slightest trace.

Michelle's clear eyes widened, filled with shock and confusion, as if he had seen a strange world that was completely beyond his cognition. A strong sense of uneasiness surged in his heart, making his heart beat faster involuntarily, as if an invisible hand full of mysterious power was tightly grasping his heart. He began to walk forward cautiously, his footsteps were so light that it seemed like a light feather falling, and there was almost no sound.

The cold moonlight fell on the empty camp like mercury, casting eerie shadows that made people's hearts shudder. His heartbeat began to accelerate involuntarily, as if beating a rapid and tense drum. An ominous premonition slowly spread in his heart like a diffuse mist, making his nerves tense to the extreme.

He began to search carefully in the empty territory, not missing any corner that might hide clues, even if it looked inconspicuous. His eyes were focused like two laser beams, full of vigilance and exploration, as if he was looking for a long-lost treasure. Finally, in a desolate corner that seemed to be forgotten by the whole world, he found a dimensional crack that was slowly closing. The crack exuded a mysterious and dangerous atmosphere that made people feel scared, like a mysterious door leading to an unknown, strange world full of mystery and endless danger.

Michel frowned tightly, his brows rising and falling like mountains and rivers, his heart full of doubts and puzzlement. How did this dimensional crack appear? What kind of intricate relationship did Ozma and his demon army have with this mysterious crack? Countless questions circled and danced in his mind like flying snowflakes, making him fall into deep thought.

Without the slightest hesitation, as if driven by an invisible, mysterious force, Michelle leaped and resolutely jumped into the unknown dimensional crack. In the dimensional crack, he seemed to instantly enter a strange world completely different from the outside world. The surrounding space was like a painting that was twisted by an invisible hand, becoming distorted and deformed, with flickering lights, as if all the normal rules had lost their effectiveness at this moment. He explored forward cautiously, his heart full of vigilance, and took every step with extreme caution, as if he would fall into an irreversible situation if he was not careful.

As he continued to explore, Michelle finally found the sealed Ozma in the mysterious other-dimensional world. Ozma was trapped in a mysterious and elusive barrier, with a look of surprise and helplessness on his face. Michelle looked at Ozma quietly, and countless questions suddenly surged in his heart, as if there was a mess in his heart.

It turned out that just after the fierce battle between the two armies, a mysterious black-robed wizard who seemed to come from another time and space quietly appeared in this territory. She was like an erratic ghost, silently descending, exuding a powerful and mysterious aura that made people feel scared. Her black robe fluttered gently in the wind, as if hiding endless secrets, and every flutter seemed to tell an unknown story. Her appearance caught Ozma and his demon army off guard.

She waved the staff in her hand, which seemed to contain endless magic power, and instantly released a powerful magical force that was so powerful that it frightened people. The dark light was like a huge net, covering the entire territory in an instant. Ozma and the demon army had no power to fight back against this powerful and suffocating force, and they were sealed as if they were cast under a spell. Ozma tried to resist, but the mysterious power was too strong, so strong that he felt desperate, and finally he was trapped here helplessly.

Michelle began to fall into deep thought, pondering the true identity of this mysterious black-robed wizard. Who is she? Why does she possess such incredible power? What is her purpose? These questions are like a whirlpool that keeps spinning in Michelle's mind.

Ozma only saw the woman wearing a mask with tears and crying silently. The mask seemed to hide endless sorrow and mysterious secrets. Ozma recalled the scene at that time, and his heart was filled with anger and unwillingness. The anger was like a burning flame, and the unwillingness was like a surging tide. He knew clearly that he was being calculated, but he could never know the other party's true purpose.

Ozma, who was full of dissatisfaction with being used, told Michel everything he knew. He began to slowly tell about his past, the hatred buried deep in his heart, and all the ups and downs he had experienced. Michel listened quietly, his eyes focused and deep, as if he wanted to see the truth hidden behind Ozma's words.

As a person who can see through the truth, Michel began to use his ability to analyze this information. His blue eyes of insight not only saw the past, but also the future. Blurred pictures emerged in his mind, and those pictures seemed to hide the secrets and truths of this world.